Rooms 239/240: Moving Day [After Classes]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Even though Marty was given an invitation to move into Room 239/240 by Jack on Sunday, it wasn't until today that Marty finally found the time to pack up his belongings and start the migration to his new digs down the hall.

Sure... Some people would say he was crazy to give up a single but Marty couldn't resist the opportunity to figure out what those Colorado Refugees were trying to hide from the rest of the school.

Marty picked up his first box and looked over to Camilla.

"C'mon girl. Let's go meet our new roomies."

So together Marty and his pet chicken started the migration down the hallway.

[Open to all to want to help Marty move... and the unsuspecting residents of 239/240 of course]

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[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I have a vague idea. Happy Friday the Thirteenth?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Did you bring me anything to make up for sticking me with a roommate unexpectedly?" she asked. "Besides Twinkies. I need a pretty hefty bribe now."

Her cartoon fish pajamas were tossed haphazardly on her bed. With any luck Jack wouldn't notice them. He was going to notice them, huh?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"My enternal love? And devotion? And... something that won't get me deaded again?" Jack glanced towards Doc's bed. "Fish food?"

[janet_fraiser]

"I already have your eternal love and devotion, Jack," said Janet dryly. And no, this conversation wasn't going to set off Marty's 'inbred Colorado hick' radar. At all. "So think of something that will stop me from killing you. Preferably something expensive."

She watched him glance at her pajamas and winced at his comment. "I have so many levels of hate for you right now."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Eternal love and devotion? Ewwww." Marty thought. "They're not even bothering to hide the fact that they're cousins. Plus isn't Jack dating Sam? Double Ewww."

[janet_fraiser]

Marty was starting to look a little green around the gills. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm.... fine," Marty said. "Really. I'm... going to grab more of my stuff."

Marty ran out of the room and came back a few minutes later with more boxes. He looks... purged.

"There. Much better... I mean more stuff to bring in is much better."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"...Please don't tell me you want that really expensive coffee made from bat crap?"

"No you don't, you love me like pizza."

[janet_fraiser]

"You always ask me that, and I always tell you no," said Janet, rolling her eyes at him. "Do you ever listen to anything I say? Bribe well, Colonel O'Neill, I know where you sleep."

Janet frowned at him. "Pizza is sounding like a good start," she said. "Directly from Chicago. For everyone in the room, including the chicken. And for the record, I normally love you, but Marty woke me up without coffee. That requires extra apologies."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, what? I wasn't listening."

"You take the orders, toppings and crusts and all that crap and I'll order it. That good so far?"

"He didn't bring you coffee? Would more caffienated chocolate help?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Bite, Jack," said Janet. "You're such an ass. Is that natural talent, or did you have to practice at it?"

"You want me to do work for this one?" Janet shook her head. "Order one cheese, one sausage, one veggie, and one supreme. Extra large, stuffed, Chicago-style pizza."

"I'll never turn down caffeinated chocolate," said Janet. She held up her coffee cup. "But Liz brought me coffee this morning. So I love her more than I do you. Today, at least."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"It's all natural baby, comes with the name and genetic coding."

"Cheese, sausage, veggie, supreme. Got it." Jack made the call on his cell phone and gave all the neccesary details of the credit card. "It should be here in an hour. If I'm not here I'm not getting any, am I?"

"But, but. You love her more? I'm... heartbroken. How will I ever get over this tragedy?"

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Off home from work. Back on in about two hours to continue this post, okay? *dying of laughter*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[Total deal.]

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: OMG, Sci Fi Friday! But I"ll be on during the commercials because I'm a hopeless loser geek type.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[Bah. My cable-less self is pouting at Chicago now. *PBBBT*]

[janet_fraiser]

*pats you sympathetically* If I'd known, I wouldn't have bragged.

[janet_fraiser]

"Don't even get me started on your genetic coding," said Janet. "Because I'm going to have to threaten to unravel it if I do."

"Give me your cell," said Janet, holding out her hand. "Did you really call Chicago? And of course you're not getting any if you're not here. Though I was more thinking of tonight for a pizza party."

"She's cuter than you," said Janet, grinning at him. "And a better kisser."

One of these days, she was going to learn to keep her mouth shut. But probably not today.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Can you really do that? Unravel the coding and all?"

"For tonight? I guess it's a good thing I totally faked the call, huh?" Jack handed over his phone to her. "You might wanna turn it on before you use it. And the code is 7777 and it will be changed when I get it back so don't bother memorizing it."

"Liar! I'll have you know I'm a damn good kisser! Huh. I just realized I don't think I've kissed Weir yet." Poor Marty, his poor little brain must be breaking right about now but at least it will matching his inox.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I can verify the damn good kisser part," Sam winked. "But if Liz is better...maybe I should give her a try."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Can I watch? Better yet, can I tape it?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Sam, you're totally forgetting that Truth or Dare at the Student Council victory party, aren't you?" asked Janet, smirking.

[janet_fraiser]

"What do you think?" asked Janet. The look she levelled at Jack said that she damn well could unravel his genetic coding if she really felt like it.

"You're such a bastard," said Janet, turning his phone on and keying in the access code. "Your next access code is going to be 666, isn't it?" She dialed General Not-A-Clone's number--thank God she had it memorized. She didn't want to trust Jack's speed dial. When he picked up, she said, "I think your son wants to charge an F-16 to your credit card. Good luck grounding him from all the way over there." She hung up and handed it back to Jack with a smile.

So the name of the game was to break Marty's brain today? Janet could get behind that. "She's better," said Janet. Then she frowned at Jack. "You haven't? What's wrong with you?" Inbox go 'splodey.

Obviously, then needed to have a party soon. And now we can slowplay it easily since Liz is back online more often. So I'll get that set up this weekend.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Genetic coding? Unraveling? General? F-16's to credit cards? What the hell are these people up to?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I think you're a scary little tattooist, that's what I think."

"Not around here it won't be, I'm too scared to take my chances here with that." Jack's jaw fell open when he heard the Doc's 'conversation.' "I can't belive you just did that. Now I'm gonna have to get Murray to send me the next card again. You realize this means no freebies until it arrives, right?"

"I don't know! She... very well may be the last person left. Huh. When's the next... support group gonna be?"

Sweet, the Mun has lost weekend plans and therfor is free like demi-woah.